Just Beachy

I went down to the other weekend when the weather finally brightened up. This time I went into the water--for about two minutes. The damn thing is colder than a frog's ass in December. What a shame, all that water for nothing. I keep telling myself that if it was warm, we'd be like Florida. Nobody wants that.

I managed to get nothing in focus in this little tableaux, but I don't care. I'm not gonna tell you what's going on here either.

It's Still Growing...

Here it is again, bigger and droopier.

The Return Of The Erectile Disfunction Plant

It's growing...

At least it's (almost) over

There's nothing like plastic Nativity scene on a green lawn to not get me into the holiday spirit. Not that I ever had a hard time with that. There's still the new year hoopla to get through, but then we can finally get back to our normally scheduled lives.

Day of the Pig

It's almost time for the December flea market and I haven't even shared my goodies from the last one. Bad me. Bad.

The first Sunday of November was bright and sunny, with 90ºF. I sweated like a hog. You could say it was a porcine sort of day.

 

 

Strangely, I ran into a lot of pigs. The one above was my favorite. Who wouldn't want a piglet with blue eyeshadow for a serving dish? If not for the fact that I don't have a family of four to serve, or space to put the thing, I would've bought it.

 

I wonder what next Sunday will bring.

Ooga Booga Boo

  A selection of Halloween masks from my last trip to the flea market.

 

This one reminds me of a Picasso painting.

Poor werewolf chipped a fang.

What's this supposed to be gorilla skeleton?

 

Zombie?

Happy Halloween!

Cherry Red

The first care I ever drove with any kind of regularity was a Ford Thunderbird. That big, blue piece of crap is the source of my hate of Fords since. However, I can admit when something is pretty.

I keep seeing this care in the underground parking by the grocery store.

 It probably belongs to someone working there. The other day the garage was empty enough that I could take pictures without other cars blocking my view.

 Shiny!

 Ford was probably trying to conjure the image of genteel landowners from the old country. I dunno. I'd have to ask my royalist friends if this is something they could imagine their gentry back in the fifties.

 More shiny.

Now, that's what I call a tail light. And check out that wood paneling.

And here is the whole thing.

Flea Market

 It was and owl kind of day.

Hot too.

Tunnel

Flea Market

There were a lot of smiles at the flea market yesterday.

The weather has been absolutely perfect all summer so far--bright and sunny, but not too hot. I haven't yet turned on the AC once. Considering the spring-like winter we had and karma, we'll be paying for all this niceness at some point.

Up till then, I'll smirk at our poor loyalist cousins who I hear are having the wettest summer in history.